Well hello people! I am happy to see you all again. I am very sorry for how long it took me to get this chapter up but things have just been crazy the past week or two. Work and what little personal life I have has just been getting in the way. But on the bright side during the two weeks or so that I haven't been posting I did have my 21 st birthday. Nothing major happened but I can no longer be called a kid teen or young adult. I am very happy.

But enough about me, lets get to the story.

Slowly Sam felt himself coming back to the waking world. He couldn't see anything but he could feel his body, and his body felt cold. Not the normal kind of cold, but an extreme cold like he had never felt before. It reminded him of the time when he was 11 and had run out of his uncle's house the morning after a very large snow storm in only his pajamas. He remembered feeling like he was frozen all the way down to his bones; this cold was a lot like that cold. Only it was amplified by about one hundred times.

He tried to move some part of his body but nothing was responding to him, not even his eyes would open.

'Optics... you have optics now...'

Sam stopped trying to will his body to move as the strange voice entered his mind. It sounded familiar but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

'Maybe I am going crazy...' He thought to himself.

'No, you are completely sane Sam.' The voice said.

'Who... who are you? What is going on?' He asked. 'How do you know me?'

There was silence for a few minutes before the voice started again, when it came it sounded like it was speaking form far off. Sam had to strain to hear what it was saying.

'I have been with you for a long time Sam, I have been watching you...' It said.

'Why?' Sam asked desperate to know who this voice belonged to and what it wanted.

More silence before the voice answered, it was stronger than before.

'Because you hold my spark...'

Confusion filled Sam's mind at the words. He was about to ask another question but the voice started talking again.

'Now is not the time, when you wake, do not speak of me to any other then your creators.'

No sooner had the voice stopped talking than Sam started to feel his body become less numb. Lines of static began to move over his vision before he was actually able to see the world. His vision flickered for a few moments before setting on his normal view. He blinked, or rather shuttered his optics a few times as he looked at where he was and what was going on.

He once again had a slightly elevated view of the same room as before. This time there seemed to be more people in it; he knew them now to be scientist, ones who worked for the government, or more precisely for Galloway.

"Sir, it is back on line." He heard one of the scientists say.

Galloway walked back in front of Sam a grin on his face as he looked over his body.

"I am happy that you were not damaged in any way, I do apologize for the nitrogen but we had to make sure that you were not a threat while we replaced the restraints that snapped during our last conversation." Galloway said.

"I'll bet you're sorry." Sam said more to himself then to the man below him.

"Excuse me?" Galloway said looking up at him. "I didn't catch that."

Sam glared down at Galloway but kept his mouth shut tight.

"Hm... interesting... You seem to have changed since last time." Galloway said. "Your body is more tense and your voice has changed pitch. Why make these changes to yourself?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Sam said.

"Indeed..." Galloway said. "Tell me do you remember what we talked about last time?"

"You showed me a picture of Sam Witwicky." Sam said.

"That's right, your body started to expel a large amount of power after that point." He was told. "Do you know why that is?"

'Do not tell him who you really are!' The voice in Sam's head warned.

"I know." Sam said.

Galloway looked at him in triumph. "So you do know why the boy had that effect on you!"

Sam's optics widened as he realized his mistake in talking out loud. He tried to think quickly but wasn't able to come up with anything that sounded half way decent.

'Tell them that it is a result of being away from your creators for so long.' The voice said.

"Yeah that..." Sam said.

"Yes, so tell me why it happened." Galloway said a small note of annoyance in his voice.

'They cannot hear me Sam.' The voice said. 'You need to be more careful.'

"It's because of being away from my creators for so long." He repeated.

Galloway thought for a moment. Sam figured that he was trying to decide if what he said was true or not.

"I see..." He said after a moment. "Well then, perhaps we can arrange for them to be brought here to see you for a little while. Would you like that?"

"Y... yes I would." Sam said. "I miss them a lot."

He figured that he should keep playing the part of Optimus and Ironhide's sparkling at least until he got out of where ever he was.

"I will do what I can, but in order for me to give you what you want. You need to give me what I want." Galloway said.

'Be careful Sam...' The voice said.

'I know, this is hard enough without you talking in my head.' Sam thought.

"What do you want?" He asked, with no intention of giving it to him.

"Well how about you show us you weapons systems?" Galloway said. "The codes in your body are too advanced for my team to crack and we can't see their details."

"I don't have any weapons." Sam said. "Why would I?"

Sam saw a look of anger pass over Galloway's face but it passed quickly.

"Alright, how about telling us some of the things that the other Autobots are keeping from our government?" He asked.

Sam had to keep himself from laughing at the government man. He couldn't believe that he was trying to get information like that out of him.

"I am sorry, I don't know that either." Sam said trying to be innocent. "The older ones don't tell me anything."

"Is there anything that you do know?" Galloway almost yelled.

"Sir." One of the scientists said.

"WHAT!" He yelled making the man shake a little.

"The... there is a call for you... it sounds urgent..." The man said in a small voice.

Galloway sighed before marching off out of Sam's line of sight.

'Remain calm Sam.' The voice said. 'Everything will be alright.'

'How exactly can I stay calm when I am tied to some table thing somewhere I don't know with a crazy short guy who hates the Autobots. Which may I remind you I seem to be?' Sam yelled in his mind. 'On top of all that, I am talking to some disembodied voice in my head!'

The voice was silent for a few moments before speaking. 'You must trust me Sam, everything will be alright. Once we are back with the Autobots then I will answer any questions that you have.'

'Fine' Sam said just as Galloway came back over.

What little hair he had was messed up slightly and he looked out of breath. His face was set in a frown and his eyes had lost what little trace of kindness they had, which wasn't any at all.

"Alright people!" He yelled to the people in the room. "We are running out of time so we are going to need to move this along. Lower it down and take it apart. Save the spark and any weapons that it might be hiding."

The table thing that Sam was held to began to lower and lay back. He began to struggle trying to break free but the binding on his body was too strong.

'Any suggestions?' Sam asked the voice.

'Don't worry.' It said. 'Everything will be alright.'

Sam groaned annoyed by how calm it sounded. 'Easy for you to say'

Luke Davids had always been the butt of peoples' jokes when he was young. It didn't help that he had been overweight and one of the biggest nerds in his school and neighborhood. The two combined made him the favorite target for every bully and troubled child that ever lived near him or saw him. The only escape that he had growing up was his love for movies and comic books. He would bury himself in both for hours escaping from the world that he hated so much. It was after his tenth birthday that he decided to do something to make his life better, or at least less miserable. He begged his mother for months to let him enroll in a martial arts class. She finally caved and said that if he could raise the money for the first class and if he liked it then she would pay for the rest of them.

With his mission set Luck spent more than half his summer doing any job he could find around his neighborhood. He mowed yards, racked leaves and cleared out gutters. He even went so far as to walk dogs, which he hated. Finally he had enough money to take the first lesson, excited more than he had been in his life Luke was taken by his mother to the studio where the fit 40 year old man was teaching karate to kids. He paid the fee and started doing work with the others. By the end of the class he was tired and sweating but happier than he had ever been. It helped when the man told him that he had a natural talent for karate. So began his long work out sessions at the studio mastering what the man taught and before he knew it he had dropped his extra weight and had even managed to build up a small amount of muscle.

The kids who tried picking on him after that ended up getting knocked painfully to the ground by his powerful fists and kicks. As he grew up he developed a strict discipline, not only for not eating foods that where bad for him, but also to sharpen his mind and strengthen his body as well. As a teen and young adult he started to put his body through intense pain in order to build up immunity to most common injuries. He was rewarded one afternoon when he saw a group of gang members threatening a young women and her child. He confronted the group and ended up getting into a fight with them. He managed to beat them easily but it was pointed out to him by the mother that one of them had stabbed him in the thigh with a knife and he never even noticed it.

So proud he was by his abilities that he decided to put them to good use. He joined the army so that he could protect the people who couldn't do it themselves. In his new field he quickly rose through the ranks faster than any of his compatriots. It wasn't long before he joined Special Forces and began taking on missions that where highly classified. It was during one of these missions that something happened that destroyed everything he had worked for. His mission was over and it had been a success. It was on the way back that things went wrong. One of his team mates made a comment, something simple that everyone laughed at. His vision blurred and he blacked out. When he came to he was standing over the bloody body of his unconscious team mate.

From there it was a short trip to a doctor who said he was mentally disturbed and then it wasn't long before he was dishonorably discharged. He was then put into a mental care facility, all paid by the government in hopes of him becoming normal. The doctors told him that it was caused by his ruff childhood and the abuse he put himself through. He spent years in the hospital with countless doctors who tried to make him better. He was convinced though that there was nothing wrong with him. So he stayed in the white roomed building for several long long years. He would have still been in it had he not had a visitor a few days ago.

A short balding man came to see him; it was odd since he had never had a visitor before. He had made him an offer, do one simple job that would help the people of the country and the world and he could have his old life back and then some. The offer was too good to pass up and he agreed. The next day his doctors told him that he was cured and free to go, when he got outside there was a black car waiting for him which then drove him several miles to the airport which had a plane waiting for him. The plane flew him across the country and landed in Mission city, it was then another car trip to an empty looking building where the man from before was waiting for him.

He began to explain to him what he wanted from him. Luke wasn't sure if he should believe what the man was saying, he believed in a lot but alien robots that turned into cars and trucks was simply too much. He would have walked away had he not been shown the truth of it. The man had videos of the robots that could not have been faked by Hollywood movie magic. The man, Galloway he said his name was, told him that the robots where planning something that would be extremely bad for the human race; that their only hope to survive was to get their hands on the technology that the robots had.

He was told about a small human sized robot that they wanted to get their hands on in order to take it apart for its weapons and the tech it had. All he had to do was put a small devise on the robot that would overload its systems and allow them to carry it off. It seemed easy enough and it had been, he had gotten onto the base dressed up like a scientist and had made contact with the small robot alien. He watched it as it sat at a table in the mess hall and was soon joined by an army man. Luke wasn't sure how all these people could be so friendly with these things, he didn't have much chance to figure it out since a moment later the thing was leaving and he saw his window. Running up to it he put a fake smile on and greeted it telling it that it was an honor to meet it.

He held out his hand for it to shake and when it did he griped its forearm with his hand easily slipping the small device between the plates of metal. He left as fast as he could without rousing suspension and called Galloway as fast as he could. He had thought that he was in the clear; that was until he heard the cocking of a gun behind him and turned to see the same man who had been talking to the thing pointing a gun at his head. He knew that there was no way for him to get away, fists where no good against a hard metal bullet, so he did the only thing he could he put his hands up in surrender. They wouldn't get anything out of him no matter what they did. His body could take it.

Unfortunately he had no idea just what they had in store for him. His body might be able to take any amount of torture but his mind... that was a different story.

Alright so I was going to have that last section showing just what Ratchet and the other Autobots where going to do to the guy to get him to talk but I decided that even though he is a throw away character that I should give him a small amount of back ground. Also I wanted to have a reason why he was able to withstand Will's beating without talking. So there it is...

I hope that you liked it and I will try and have the next chapter out faster.

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